back from batam.
seemed rather strange that i just left yesterday morning. hmm.

what a boring trip.
tomorrow i'll have to start sketching again. gahh.

things i've learnt in batam, indonesia:

1. cambell's instant soup does not dissolve in cool water.
2. drinking impairs the senses, makes you talk rubbish, and foul in 3 times in a row during pool.
3. do not put a lot of drunk guys together.
4. when you DO get stuck with a whole bunch of drunk guys, go sing songs with the teachers.
5. singing with lecturers make you look even more drunk than the drunkards next door.
6. cheap karaoke videos always consist of one or more girl/guy from the 1980s sitting around and amusing themselves, even if the song has something to do with castrating a donkey. (there is no song about castrating a donkey. its just for visualization purposes)
7. ghost stories freak people out, especially if its a small group, and it's 3 in the morning.
8. singing "everybody sing this song dooodah dooodah...." over and over again, negates the effect of ghost stories because you don't listen. (^&(%^*%?>?<"~!` stoopid yuzheng)
9. incredible tales is a good show to scare people to.
10. idonesian mosquitoes are *#@&?"!$# irritating
11. solar fish is a kind of grilled fish.
12. one night is never too short to learn a lotta stuff.

its a holidays now anyway.
gotta find a job soon.

ITS ALL OVER!

two weeks of sleepless nights, 3 knife cuts, 1 scissors cut, and multiple papercuts later....
its all over!
can't believe it.

casualty count:

• 1 crit screwed up
• 1 primer screwed up
• 1 daniel screwed up

oh well. whats over is over. let us not brood over it any longer.

onward to the holidays! batam here i comeee....

i need a job. got lobang anyone?

oh, on a side note. final fantasy advent children is darned good. well at least the fight scenes are. (psst. tifa is darned hot, and yuffie. -cue in nosebleed-)

sleep eludes me.
2-3hours average a day for the last week.

i bring pandamonium.
i think i've got more eyebags than eyes. however that's possible.
but at 2.30am, after 46 hours of not sleeping. nothing seems to make sense anymore.

just think.
tomorrow it'll all be over! and i can blog properly for once.
ahhh. heaven.

but at the moment i'm stuck in hell.
hell must be a place where they make you do primers all day long.
i wouldn't like to be there.

it's been a fun past few days.
i cut myself with a penknife 3 times, and another with a scissors.

the first two weren't so bad. apart from the puddle of blood that seemed to appear all too often.
the scissors cut was retarded. who on earth gets cut by a SCISSORS?!
the last one i just inflicted on myself like 10 minutes ago.

i blog now with a unflexible pinky.
i sliced my pinky longitudinally at the joint. causing it to open up whenever i bend my pinky -like those orgami bird beaks when you were in primary school.

well famed in class for being a sadist, it seems that my street cred has increased, with the title 'masochist' now under my belt.
(though my classmates still call that being sadistic, i'm sure they meant masochistic. )

how fun.
submission is on monday. looks like i ain't gonna get much sleep till then.
oh. it's already four in the morning.
about time i stopped cutting myself and turned in.

raffles hotel rum and raisin white chocolate truffle mooncakes are heavenly.


that was random.
sorry for not updating recently, but i'm really up to my neck at the moment. with the final submission coming in slightly more than a week.

so i shall be taking a break from blogging till then. unless i've got something that i just have to tell everybody. :)

things don't seem to be going very well.

my grandpa's down with dementia. not something that can be cured, and is becoming suicidal, even at the nursing home which provides the medical facilities that we can't get at home, which he was at, before he lost it. 'it' refering to his health and his mind.

my dad just got the car crashed up, something that hasn't happened since he started driving. not even once before this, which was caused by him rushing to see my grandpa, who for safety reasons, had been tied to the bed by the people from the nursing home.

and that means i can't change my handphone, nor my stinky pod-lite price plan.

topped of with a dash of primer 3 goodness, with the lecturers expecting us to conjure up our final design model by the weekends.

my world seems to be "crashing around me" (pardon the pun)
like those cliched songs about getting dumped by some girl.

just that there seems to be no girl to dump me.


i'd prefer a that a lot more.
so if i'm in a bad mood, please understand.
and i shall be cutting costs more. least i could do.
and pray for my family if you feel like it.

oh well.
it's all fine. God provides somehow or other.
i shalln't spread the sad sentiments to the already heavily burdened general population






(: daniel is always a happy boy.
or at least trys to.

friday, 2 Sept, 2005
i love my computer. its new, shiny and powerful!
time to get down to some CAD work. it is an excuse to touch the com, anyhow.

sunday, 4 Sept , 2005
i detest my computer! its still new, still shiny, and i'm still doing my CAD work!


ARHGHHH *&(%?>looking at my dearest com has been the pleasure of my life, ever since i married a computer.
but staring straight at my baby for 12hours a day straight, just to complete my stupid CAD work is just unbearable.

the teachers are inhumane. they're making me use the com for the very thing it was not made to do. (or so i think its shouldn't be used for)

i think CAD must have been a misspelling of BAD. or MAD or something. just like ownage and pwnage. i don't seem to be making much sense am i?

gahh. my eyes are hurting.